Zhang Mingyuan was stunned. His starry eyes stared at Su Jinxue's hand gripping his wrist, a storm of complex emotions swirling within his gaze.
He let out a deep sigh.
Su Jinxue looked up, and when her eyes met his complex gaze, her heart twinged with pain.
She was the grand Myriad Snow Palace Immortal Lord, the only Red Dust Immortal in the world, having survived countless life-and-death tribulations. How could she possibly fear a mere conjugal act?
This was merely an excuse she had made up.
She couldn't...
Because of the Dao injury within her, her dantian had already begun to crack.
If they performed the conjugal act now, it would inevitably aggravate the injury, further shortening the already scarce time she had left.
She only wanted to accompany this fool for just a little longer.
Even if it was just staying by his side quietly, keeping him company for a hundred years.
A hundred years later, when her origin was completely depleted, she would personally sever this karmic tie, hand over the other half of the “marriage certificate” bestowed by the Heavenly Dao to this fool, and return his freedom.
She knew she shouldn't do this. She felt she was being incredibly selfish.
But she simply could not control her own heart.
She just wanted to leave some indelible mark in this fool's world.
The Concentric Lock symbolizing their bond still hung high beneath the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel.
She only hoped that after she was gone, whenever Zhang Mingyuan looked up at the sky, he would think of her.
That would be enough.
Seeing Su Jinxue's slightly red eyes, Zhang Mingyuan's fingers twitched, and his fist slowly clenched.
In the end, he sighed once more.
He reached out and flicked Su Jinxue's smooth forehead.
Su Jinxue covered her forehead, staring at him blankly.
Zhang Mingyuan stood up, his tone as punchable as ever:
“You wicked Su Jinxue, how dare you play tricks on me? This Lord isn't playing with you anymore!”
With that, he turned around without a hint of hesitation.
Shedding the bright red wedding robe, he waved his hand and changed back into his usual green robe.
Keeping his back to Su Jinxue, he waved his hand.
“I'm going out for a walk. Get some good rest, and don't move around.”
With a flash of his figure, he departed from the bedchamber.
Within the red silk canopy, Su Jinxue sat quietly on the bed.
She stared in the direction where Zhang Mingyuan had disappeared, her eyes flickering.
...
In the next instant, Zhang Mingyuan's figure appeared in front of the Scripture Pavilion of the Qingyun Heaven Sacred Ground.
He looked around, his brow slightly furrowed.
Usually, this Scripture Pavilion was bustling with disciples borrowing cultivation techniques and secret manuals. Why was it so deserted today that not even a single ghost could be seen?
He strode into the pavilion, grabbed the dozing Scripture Pavilion Elder, and asked:
“Little Wang, what's going on with the Scripture Pavilion today? Why are there so few disciples? Where the hell did everyone go?”
Elder Wang startled awake, rubbed his eyes, and answered subconsciously:
“Sacred Lord, don't you know? They all say the female disciples of Myriad Snow Palace... cough! I mean, the spiritual energy at Myriad Snow Palace is denser, so they all went to Myriad Snow Palace to ‘cultivate’!”
“Huh?!” Hearing this, Zhang Mingyuan was utterly dumbfounded.
Then, he glared at him in annoyance.
“Damn it, you just let it slip, didn't you?”
Elder Wang immediately panicked.
It was his turn to be on duty for this half of the month, and he had been secretly planning to head over to Myriad Snow Palace to have some fun once his shift ended next half-month.
He had heard that the female cultivators there were all as beautiful as flowers...
No, wait, they were all exceptionally powerful with stable Dao Hearts. He also wanted to “discuss the Dao” with the fairies!
If his loose tongue...
...led the Sacred Lord to find out that these little rascals were constantly going to Myriad Snow Palace to disturb the fairies' peaceful cultivation, he would become the eternal sinner of Qingyun Heaven!
“This disciple didn't! This disciple absolutely didn't!” Elder Wang shook his head like a rattle.
“Hmph, do you think I won't find out if you don't tell me?” Zhang Mingyuan sneered.
With that, his mind stirred, and his divine sense instantly swept across both sacred grounds.
Everything happening within a radius of tens of thousands of miles flooded into his mind in meticulous detail.
Upon seeing what was happening, Zhang Mingyuan's lips twitched violently.
“Damn, these little brats... it's like they've never seen a woman before...”
He withdrew his divine sense, turned around, and stared at the Scripture Pavilion Elder with a highly mischievous look in his eyes.
“Little Wang...”
“This disciple is here!”
The usually highly respected elder immediately became as obedient as a grandson, crying internally that he truly was an eternal sinner.
Zhang Mingyuan spoke slowly, delivering the final verdict: “Why aren't you going?”
“Huh?!” Elder Wang snapped his head up, completely dumbfounded.
He had thought the Sacred Lord would fly into a rage, accusing them of neglecting their cultivation to harass the female disciples!
It took him a long while to snap out of his daze, stammering in response:
“This disciple... this disciple has to guard the Scripture Pavilion, Sacred Lord!”
“I'm giving you a day off,” Zhang Mingyuan declared with a wave of his hand.
“Huh?!!!”
The elder thought his ears were playing tricks on him, his eyes widening in disbelief.
“Sacred Lord, you mean...?!”
“What? You don't want it?” Zhang Mingyuan raised an eyebrow.
“I do, I do, I do! Thank you, Sacred Lord! Thank you, Sacred Lord!”
The moment the words left his mouth, the Body Integration Stage elder vanished in the blink of an eye.
Feeling the gust of wind left behind, Zhang Mingyuan shook his head helplessly.
“This little brat...”
With that, he plunged deep into the Scripture Pavilion.
A while later, Zhang Mingyuan's cursing echoed from the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
“Why is there still nothing?! Damn it!”
“Right!”
“Myriad Snow Palace also has an ancient heritage. I should check if the Myriad Snow Palace Scripture Pavilion has any records on that kind of thing...”
His figure vanished instantly.
A moment later, he reappeared at the bottom of the Qingyun Heaven Scripture Pavilion.
He formed hand seals, transforming his energy into a massive, invisible hand that blotted out the sky.
“Rise!”
Rumble—
The entire majestic, towering Qingyun Heaven Scripture Pavilion was actually uprooted by him!
Carrying the massive pagoda on his shoulders, he tore through the void and sped directly toward Myriad Snow Palace.
At this moment, a bustling, lively scene was unfolding outside the Myriad Snow Palace Scripture Pavilion.
The plaza was filled with people gathered in small groups.
Men and women mingled together. Most of the women wore the snow-white disciple robes of Myriad Snow Palace, exuding a cold and aloof aura.
Most of the men wore the green martial robes of Qingyun Heaven, their faces covered in broad smiles.
The male disciples of Qingyun Heaven were pulling out all the stops.
Some were showing off newly learned, exquisite sword techniques.
Some were reciting poetry and composing couplets.
Others held rare spiritual herbs, solemnly “discussing pharmacology” with the fairies of Myriad Snow Palace.
The entire plaza was filled with the cheesy, sweet aroma of “spring is in the air.”
Right at that moment, the sky suddenly darkened.
With a loud rumble, the ground shook violently.
A colossal building descended from the heavens, crashing right next to the Myriad Snow Palace Scripture Pavilion and kicking up a massive cloud of dust.
The plaza fell dead silent instantly. Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at the building that had suddenly appeared.
The disciples of Qingyun Heaven found this pavilion particularly familiar.
And the green-robed man standing beside the Scripture Pavilion, dusting off his hands, was a sight they recognized all too well.
In the crowd, a flashy youth with the sect-guarding sword of Qingyun Heaven strapped to his back shuddered violently.
“Oh no, it's Master!”
Chu Jinghong turned pale with fright. With a swift slide, he hid behind a female disciple beside him.
The female disciple was slender and petite, her skin as translucent as ice and snow.
She stared speechlessly at Chu Jinghong, who was hiding behind her back. Though her eyes held a trace of disgust, she didn't step aside.
Chu Jinghong's shout sent a shiver down the spines of all the Qingyun Heaven disciples present, causing them to gasp in unison.
They were doomed!
Usually, the Sacred Lord was extremely strict with their cultivation.
If the Sacred Lord caught them slacking off instead of cultivating in their own sacred ground, chatting and laughing with the female disciples of Myriad Snow Palace, their fate would be absolutely miserable!
Everyone instinctively wanted to run, but at this point, if they tried to hide...
...wasn't it already too late?
“Well, you little brats, you seem to be having a grand old time here at Myriad Snow Palace!”
Zhang Mingyuan's powerful voice echoed across the Scripture Pavilion grounds.
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